Disclaimer: I do not own any members of the Harry Potter cast although sometimes i really really really long to own Rupert Grint...oh what a cute loser
Prologue
"What's wrong Draco," Crabbe asked looking at the side of Malfoy's pale face. He hadn't realized that he had been staring.
"Nothing. What are you talking about? There is absolutely nothing wrong with me," he responded embarrassed by the fact that he had been caught. Ever since he first laid eyes on her, he was sprung. Her skin was the most beautiful shade of brown and her accent had no British in it whatsoever. She was an American, but after finding out about her heritage immediately came to England to study witchcraft under the best there was. The only similarity between the two was their love of Quidditch.
"Let's get out of here. The sight of all these Gryffindors is making me sick." Malfoy threw his nose up in the air and walked out of the room with Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him secretly wishing that it was her beside him. His thoughts constantly taunted him. Of all Slytherins, I'm the one to fall in love with a Gryffindor.